Ok, so this is kinda related/made me think of the thread AmandaSC posted a few weeks ago (where is FI when I need him?!)
so.. back story I posted in there that I had a mouse problem too- to be expected living in an apartment on a farm. I've had them every year I've lived here (past 3 yrs) and it's never bugged me; I set the old school wooden traps up and the mice meet their maker.
A few weeks ago I set mouse traps ... because I'm lazy I'm copying and pasting the story from the other week here
I live in an apartment in a barn on a farm. I love where I live, and I -usually- love being connected to nature and whatnot, but mice have been a problem for me every year.
about a week and a half ago, I was sitting on my couch talking to a friend of mine who I hadn't seen in forever and I saw a mouse out of the corner of my eye running under my kitchen counters. I turned my head and sure enough saw his little butt scampering along the wall and behind the counters. My friend saw it, too. My friend that was there- his name is Mike, and he's a 6'1'' black guy (but we joke that he's a white guy stuck in a black guy's body). Mike is also definitely a city boy. I commented to him something along the lines of "dammmmmmmmit I have mice again" and I had some traps in the drawer and said I needed to set them up. He offered to help (as I later found out he was being nice, he really had no clue what to do with a mouse trap). I buy the old school wooden ones that kill the suckers as soon as they get the food (peanut butter, so I lol'ed at you picturing the mouse eating yours! They eat mine, they're dead...literally). I put peanut butter on the trap and went to set it. Mike did the same but he was freaking out. He said, and I quote "I feel like I should be wearing a bomb suit to do this. What if it snaps my finger?" hahahahahahahahaha.
so, I work about an hour away from where I live, and on some weeks I stay with friends closer to work. I left for work the next morning and didn't think anything of it. When I got home last Friday night, there was a TERRIBLE smell in my apartment. I could not for the life of me figure out what it was; I had taken the trash out before I left, my dog wasn't home with me.... so I swept the floor and I was getting ready to mop. I had just finished cleaning the bathroom and it hit me, and I said to myself, "self, you know what that smell is? I bet you caught a dammmmmmmmn mouse". I peered around the corner to where I had set one of the traps and all I could see was the little lever that holds the trap open and a TAIL. UGHHHHHHHHHHH gross!
I have never had a problem disposing of the dead mice, but this one was reeeeally dead. About this time, FI walks in the door (yay!)
I kiss FI (okay, this part took a minute :P ) and when we stop kissing I back up a step and I put my hands over my face like a little kid playing hide-and-seek and I say "I know what that awful smell is" and he says "what is it?" and I said "I caught a mouse and I need you to get rid of it for me". He laughed at me, because he knows that if he hadn't been there, I would have pulled up my big girl panties and disposed of the body myself (hehe, body disposal, almost doesn't sound like I'm talking about a mouse).
He just looked at me and said "So, let me get this straight. You, the paramedic with years of experience dealing with grotesquely mangled dead people, doing postmortem care and taking bodies to the morgue... you turn into a squealing girl over a dead mouse, that you INTENTIONALLY caught in a mouse trap?"
"..... yes; I mean, I would have to do it if you weren't here, babe, but what can I say? I need you, so I'm glad you're here!"
He inverted 2 plastic sandwich baggies as gloves, haha (he didn't think to ask his FI, the paramedic, for some gloves... lol)
then he was going to put it IN THE TRASH. NO WAY!!!! um, hello, that won't make the smell go away?! I suggested that it'd be better to throw it in the field behind the house on the FARM where I live... oh yeah. He forgot that part. haha.
He came back, washed his hands and went to kiss me; yeah, I gave him a peck on the lips and then just said to him "honey, it's not romantic right now, it still smells like dead mouse. I need to mop the floor, like... right now.... THEN I'm happy to kiss you as long as you'd like".
Okay; so that was mouse number one.
Mouse number two I caught in the trap in my closet, but he bled all over the floor and it was uber disgusting and he was also caught after me being away at work for several days, so he smelled terrible. I was mildly traumatized, but I put on my big girl pants and dealt with it- and I more importantly put on some disposable gloves to deal with it. I threw the mouse out in the field and disposed of the gross trap.
so... this leaves me with no more mousetraps set.
I come home today, and I literally thought "I'm so glad I won't have any dead mice to deal with this time".
wellll... I walk in, and it smells bad. I was irritated because I'd taken my trash out before I left Tuesday and I'd cleaned really well from the last mouse and it smelled nice before I left, so I was wondering what the crap was wrong with my apartment.
I had brought home my 200 flowers FI sent me (yay) and it's been 3 days so I trimmed the stems and refreshed their water (I'm a little obsessive with flowers, probably because nobody REALLY got them for me before FI), and it smelled funny near my sink. I had left a cutting board in my sink and I thought I had perhaps left a dirty bowl in the sink under the cutting board (I've forgotten to wash a few dishes like this before and it smelled) ... so needless to say, I felt relieved. I moved the cutting board thinking that would reveal a gross bowl, but no... it revealed...A DEAD FREAKING MOUSE
I almost had a heart attack. It definitely wasn't what I expected. I was on the phone with FI, and yes I shrieked like a baby and it gave me that creepy crawly skin feeling.
I literally ran around the corner, like the dead mouse was coming after me or something.
After freaking out about it and telling my FI how much I didn't want to touch it (which he thought was hilarious), I put on some gloves and got rid of that sucker).
I mean, you expect dead mice in mouse traps, but not RANDOMLY IN YOUR KITCHEN SINK!!!
anyway... my irrational fear is that dead mice will somehow revive themselves when I'm trying to do body disposal and will bite me and give me rabies or something. Yes, I know this is silly. I'm a paramedic for Pete's sake. I don't even shudder around dead people, and itty bitty mice freak me out? yep, irrational.
However I will say that I've been creeped out by dead people before, but only because they had reflexes that made them move.... and that's creepy (and probably TMI for you ladies, sorry!)
so.... make me feel better and tell me your irrational fears!
FTL- I think I would have preferred to see someone's man parts on my drive home, but again that's probably the medical person in me talking.